The older guys in this picture were a part of the discipleship class that I led. With the extra money we had raised we were able to buy everyone at the TCRC a new Old/New Testament Swahili bible.

Arabic Translation: "Dew of the Mountain" 

Baraka is standing by a soccer goalpost. In the background you can see some of their classroom buildings. 

Boys ranged from age 8 to 18, but it was neat to see how they were all one family 

TCRC

TCRC boys goofing around after an English class that I taught 

My time in Africa is now complete. Hot showers, paved roads, and good ketchup are bittersweet reminders of where I have been the past few months. I spent six weeks in Mwanza with the boys at TCRC and then I was able to spend three weeks travelling with Liz. When I consider those three weeks my mind bounces from moment to moment, highlight to highlight. Memories in shorthand: Kampala (Uganda) we meet. Boda Bodas. Sudan: soccer game, sunset on a watertower, bucket shower in a light rain. Class 5 rafting on the Nile. 31 hr bus ride (!) to Dar Es Salaam. Zanzibar! Stone Town alleys felt like Arabic Nights. Fresh seaside seafood. Jambiani beach, sailing, swimming. Moonlight on the Indian Ocean.
It was a full couple of weeks. I am thankful for the opportunity to go to such beautiful, exotic places. Liz and I had a fantastic time being the dynamic adventure duo again.
But, alas, I am back home again. Four more months before she comes home. Now I am in the process of getting my feet on the ground here in America.

I'll be honest, I didn't expect it to be hotter in Minnesota than Africa when I came home. What happend there?